Xiaolan sat beside Lily's bed and looked at the book in her hand.
Today's fairy tale book is not that "Bluebeard".
Xiaolan felt inexplicably relaxed.
Lily was still lying on the quilt in the same position, her dark eyes flickering in the candlelight.
Xiaolan opened the book and told today's story in the softest tone.
As she read and recited, Xiaolan felt her eyelids gradually becoming heavy, and everything in front of her eyes blurred, including the pink curtains, burning candles, and Lily's mysterious eyes...
Until she heard a series of heavy gasps.
The sound of rain.
The smell of earth and grass squeezed into Xiaolan's consciousness.
The picture becomes clear.
I am running.
She was barefoot, stepping on the rain-soaked green grass, and ran forward as hard as she could.
Standing in the darkness ahead was the black spire.
Are you dreaming?
Did you fall asleep?
Xiaolan was annoyed for a second, but soon realized, had she entered someone's past through dreams like before?
There were tingling sensations under my feet, raindrops falling overhead, and a fishy-sweet smell in the air.
Such a real dream.
Xiaolan continued to run in the direction of the steeple.
It would be a good thing if we could learn the secret of the spire through this dream.
The arched door at the entrance to the minaret is bare, and a steep spiral staircase leads to the upper end of the minaret.
Xiaolan shook off the rainwater on her body and walked up the stairs.
It was empty here, there was no clutter, and there seemed to be no space to store items.
Yrel is lying?
At the top of the spire, there was a wooden door with a wooden latch. Xiaolan pushed the wooden door, and there was only a muffled sound from the lock.
This is……
Snapped!
Suddenly there was a sound of something breaking in the corridor at the top of the steeple. Xiaolan hurriedly walked around the wall and came to the hollow at the top of the tower. There was a circle of clay flower pots placed on the battlement, and one piece was missing. , I think that was the sound it made just now.
Xiaolan stretched out her upper body and looked under the tower. Sure enough, the broken flowerpot was lying on the ground, already turned into pieces.
Suddenly, there was a huge push from behind. Xiaolan let out a short scream and grabbed hold of the air at his side in vain. The whole person was like a discarded bag, falling from the edge of the battlement. It quickly fell to the ground.
Xiaolan fell heavily to the ground.
Soon he lost consciousness.
When she woke up again, Xiaolan first heard the rubbing sound in her ears.
Light.
The orange warm light hit Xiaolan's eyelids.
Is it finally sunny?
Xiaolan opened her eyes, and what she saw was Yrel's concerned expression.
As she was lying on the bed, Xiaolan looked out the window. It was bright but still overcast, and the rain was even heavier, pattering on the glass.
Xiaolan suddenly remembered what happened last night.
"I'm sorry," Xiaolan immediately sat up, "I'm sorry, I fell asleep, Lily..."
Yrel put on a puzzled expression. Seeing Xiaolan stunned, he asked weakly after a while, "You... a servant found you under the tower this morning. Why did you go to a place like that at night?" Woolen cloth?"
Xiaolan was confused.
"tower?"
"Yes," Yrel nodded. "In the morning, the servant went to the tower to get some spare food. When he saw you... he was lying on the steps at the entrance, and your head was also..."
Xiaolan saw Yirel's eyes turning to her forehead, and then she realized that her forehead hurt slightly. She stretched out her hand to touch it, and found that her head was wrapped in several thick layers of gauze.
No, no.
"Did I go to that tower last night?" Xiaolan muttered in surprise.
It's obviously a dream.
Obviously... I was in Lily's room, telling her a story.
"Lily...Where's Lily?" Xiaolan looked around.
"The children have just had lunch and are taking a nap." Yrel brought the tray on the dresser to the bedside table. "You must be hungry. You have been unconscious for so long..."
"No..." Xiaolan held her forehead and struggled out of bed, "I didn't do it last night...and..."
Yirel looked at Xiaolan curiously.
Xiaolan closed her mouth and thought for a moment.
Could it be that I am still dreaming?
But the pain in my forehead was real.
Xiaolan still remembered the cold and biting pain when she fell to the ground last night.
What went wrong?
There is a more important question.
Who pushed him down last night?
Yirel helped Xiaolan out of the room, and at the same time, the doors of the two children's rooms opened together.
"Are you awake?" Lily glanced at Xiaolan and jumped out.
"Lily," Xiaolan grabbed Lily's little hand like a life-saving straw and squatted down, "Didn't I tell you a story last night?"
Lily tilted her head and blinked, "Last night, you said you were very tired and went straight back to your room."
Didn't he tell Lily a story at all?
Xiaolan tried hard to search for the contents of that fairy tale book in her memory, but no matter what, she couldn't remember anything related to that story.
"You were feeling drowsy after dinner last night," Yirel said softly next to Xiaolan, "but I didn't expect you to go there. I thought you could just ask..."
In this way, at least the conversation he had with Yrel yesterday was true.
what happened?
Xiaolan was frowning and thinking hard when a cold feeling suddenly came from her left hand. Xiaolan lowered her head and saw Moses grabbing her left hand, her beautiful black eyes flashing, "Are you feeling better?"
Xiaolan sighed, forced out a smile and said, "I'm fine."
"Are you afraid?" Moses shook Xiaolan's hand, "Moses can protect you."
Xiaolan smiled and shook her head.
"Moses can go to your room to protect you," Moses' dark eyes seemed to get darker, "Can I go to your room?"
Xiaolan was speechless, but Yirel took Moses' hand and said, "Oh, our kind little angel, your teacher is a brave and beautiful lady, who can protect herself."
The two children were pulled forward by Yrel, their eyes still fixed on Xiaolan.
Before dinner, Yirel strongly asked Xiaolan to go back to the room to rest, and the two of them followed the servant who lit the candle back to the second floor.
Yirel thoughtfully made Xiaolan's bed and the bandages that needed to be changed. Xiaolan walked around the room and unconsciously walked to the window.
The outside window sill was clean without a trace of blood.
"When was this cleaned up?" Xiaolan asked casually.
Yrel stood up, "What are you cleaning?"
"It's bloody," Xiaolan pointed out the window, "that pigeon the night before yesterday."
The confusion in Yrel's eyes became even worse.
"What pigeon? What are you talking about?"
